The Arrival | OPEN

[Zaigou]

KIRIGAKURE NO SATO
Gates

A group of five individuals, cloaked in heavy black fur-lined robes, approached the gates of Kirigakure no Sato. There was one individual leading the five, with the remaining four flanking him - two on either side and slightly behind. Their hoods were raised to block their facial features, so all those waiting at the gates could see was the black fabric of the cloaks, and the white fur lining them.

Once they were at an appropriate distance from the gate, the leader of the group lowered his hood. Black hair, crystal blue eyes, stubble on an unshaven chin, a scar across his face and a pair of cross-shaped earrings all became visible as Zaigou revealed himself. He glanced about the entrance, cautious and clearly on guard. The black robed contingent awaited acknowledgement, only Zaigou revealing his face.

[Ðr. Tran]

The gates.

After the battle a few days prior, the metal monstrosities, remnants of Kirigakure's past were covered in solid volcanic rock. There were littered broken weapons and armor near the gate, all bearing the Daimyos mark.

On top of the large construction stood a few guards, all bearing black hoods, and a dark mask with white and blue swirls on it. These individuals, male or female, where no doubt members of Kirigakure's Mei Kiri Dark Mist. There were four of these individuals, but there only needed to be three, if things went south.

The fourth individual would disappear in a blur, reappearing several feet away in front of the group. Standing from a crouched position, the individual would turn to face them and peer through the mask to the many gathered here.

"Names, reasons for coming here, and Papers...if you please... and no sudden movements, lets keep everything peaceful as possible"

Came a sharp males voice, as if he were implying it was a long day. Given the climate of the village as of late, and the conflict going on, one could easily see why the guards would be this way.

And why they were Mei Kiri

[Zaigou]

Zaigou offered a broad smile in return to the questions put to him. "My name is Zaigou. My companions are Kin, Iteru, Ashige, and Nisui." These were not their actual names of course, but Zaigou wasn't about to reveal a group of Yuki survivors to Kiri shinobi without first knowing the village's current stance on them. "As to our papers, I believe this will do." He proffered a scroll with the seal of the Samurai of the Land of Iron - the Yuki survivor's closest neighbors.

When opened, it would be revealed to be a missive from the current leader of the country - stating that the holder of the document is a trusted neutral party, a friend of the Land of Iron, and holds secrets to be spoken only to the Mizukage. "We're here to meet the Mizukage, if you please." Zaigou added, his broad smile remaining unaltered.

[Ðr. Tran]

He nodded, listening to the man. Taking the scroll, he glanced it over, the mark was impressive, but it was not a shield. It wouldn't save them if the Mei Kiri members decided they were a threat. (Game of Thrones taught me this)

"The we, can wait. As it stands, our village is not as hospitable to outsiders, we're kind of having issues... Since you speak for them, you may come, we will escort you to Shichidaime Rinruri-sama, your friends will be shown hospitality in a tent half a click down the wall, give the guards this, and please be patient as well as nice"

He said as he rolled up the scroll and tucked it into his long dark sleeves, producing a ticket of some kind. It read it was a guest pass, giving them options of a night stay at the contingent camp near the giant hole in the wall. Two dark shadows appeared next to him, as two Mei Kiri came off the wall to help him.

"Shall we?"

The masked man offered to Zaigou.

[Zaigou]

"That is perfectly fine." Zaigou stated to the separation of his companions. He turned and passed the guest pass to them, all four of whom bowed in unison - their hoods still up - and proceeded as directed. Zaigou then turned back to his escorts and spread his hands wide. "Shall we go?"

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[Ðr. Tran]

The masked man nodded, and they were off. Simple as that.